“You did this because you observed a severe containment breach concerning SCP-447, during which you were temporarily briefed on its effects to aid with re-containment. You still have insufficient clearance to know the effect of 447, though, so that takes care of that. You also did this because you really, really did not want to remember what happened last night.”

Green massaged his temples. He’d read the 447 file hundreds of times, constantly wondering what the minty goo actually did to necrotic flesh. Perhaps it wasn’t worth knowing after all.

“A delivery vehicle loaded with SCP-447-2 left this site yesterday morning. When it arrived at its destination, late last night, the vehicle was completely empty. We don’t yet know how it got from the vehicle to the ‘exhibition’, as our satellite imaging doesn’t show any interference. The good news, at least, is that all 447-2 has been accounted for.”

“So, wait, what exactly happened?”

“Like I said, you’ve not got the clearance for me to tell you some of the finer details. You performed extremely well considering how little information you had; I’ll be looking into getting you a commendation for it, even if you’ve no idea what you did. Only twenty seven fatalities, all civilians. It could have been a lot worse if you weren’t there. The breach was caused by someone you referred to in your report as ‘The Snipper’.”

“My report?”

“Yes, the one you handed to me just before stabbing yourself with that needle.”

Clef held up a manila folder.

“Of course, I can’t give this back to you just yet. Need to black out a few things.”

Original Copy Do Not BendOffice Use:SCP - 447BSC - 4039EVX - XBRT - XGOI - ARTML/EX/J XK/XKP/TK/BGDOCUMENT NOT TO BE COPIED UNTIL ORIGINAL IS VERIFIED BY AN AUTHORISED JUSTICE OF THE PEACEJP: Dr. Alto Clef

"Well, you were certainly thorough about it."

"You know how we operate, Agent Green. We are always thorough."

"What now, then?"

"You've got some Artists to deal with, Agent Green."

"Thank you, sir. Apologies for the inconvenience."

"Not at all, glad you caught me. I'll leave this to you then, I've a plane to catch. A bit of a 'sabbatical' in Brazil."

"Ah, well, I hope you enjoy your holiday, sir."

Clef pulled a pair of sunglasses, flicking them open and resting them on his nose.